Reddened by the fierceness of His anger—
Painful to the touch, like glowing neon—
Horny little devils ache and wonder:
Could such scalding judgment be foregone
By a little forethought of their actions?
Heaven’s indignation seems obscene!
“Tiny indiscretions” shouldn’t merit
Punishment so stern or so routine.
In their fury, all-consuming vengeance
Twists their logic hopelessly askew.
If they suffer, everyone will suffer!
“Misery loves company.” It’s true.
And so cartoonish minions hit the warpath;
Whiny diapered dragons vent their wrath
And rarely pause to rue neglected sunscreen…